With every HIGH, there is always a LOW.

So i've been toying with the idea of writing this post for the past 10 days, but up until half an hour ago it just seemed a little insignificant so i had let it go.

With every HIGH, there is always a LOW. Otherwise we would never truly feel the meaning of the word HIGH.

10 days ago (3 days after little sis joined the gym), Hemorrhoid decided to break her silence. I knew it was coming. It was a saturday afternoon and i was in the kitchen prepping food for the following week when Hemorrhoid storms in and says,
"So now its you fault i have two obsessed fitness freaks in this house!"
Me: "Excuse me?"
H: "You spend too much time in the kitchen and is wasting your life away at that gym. I don't want Bec to turn out like you!"
Me: "Do you have a problem with me being healthy?"
H: Silence. Walks away.

I thought i handled the situation pretty well. I controlled my anger, left the house, went for a drive, cranked the tunes and just LET IT GO.

All was good until tonight:

H: "So why hasn't Bec been to the gym today? What a waste of money!"
Me: "She's trained pretty hard this week, and needs a day or two to recover."
H: Well you shouldn't be pumping her up (what a stupid phrase to use) with those protein shakes. She's suppose to be losing weight, not blowing up like you!"  (she gets one WPC protein shake a day made into a smoothie with a banana)
Me: "Protein won't make her blow up"
H: "Just take a look at yourself!"
Me: I kept my mouth shut and continued cooking my dinner.

I had 3 choices:

1. Yell back.
2. Binge.
3. Filter my anger into this BLOG!

So i have only chosen option 3.

Fuckin Bitch.....